the power is out
I’ve dissected my brain
neatly labeling the data
~
hoping you’d finally understand
this intense luminosity
~
but my words, imagery
have become
lifeless artifacts
~
outside
the wind howls
I’m the spirit
you’ve never known
~
Image: Geo Sans
Geo Sans 
mary
in the
black and white room …
This is beautiful – saw that movie… very thought-provoking with respect to A.I. for sure
different interpretations of blue
~
reasons for reflecting
on awareness
ourselves
and others
~
our inability
to place our feet
in another shoe
~
maybe
we naturally misunderstand
and
disconnect
with others
~
grayscale versions of red
the errant light of the screen
permeates the barriers of skin
with resonating symbols
that jump and jive the beholder
with the shorthand of electric eels
walking on land…
The frontiers of imagination
or an imagined frontier?
Treachery of Imagery
by Rene Magritte
~
after years
creating, watching, interacting
~
maybe I’m still
in the same room
~
unable to truly experience
and share
life’s vitality
of lush, textural, smoky
colour
~
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Treachery_of_Images
When the leaves fall
and the trees retreat into their roots
they hope we understand
their intense luminosity
can
we live
on
imagination
alone
doubt it
even trees
grow new leaves
each Spring
100-Year-Old
Box of Negatives
Discovered by Conservators
in Antarctica
~
Inspiration: Frank Johnson and Mary’s Room
“(1) Mary has all the physical information concerning human color vision before her release.” This is a peculiar argument considering that Mary has only data. She does not have “all” the physical information which would include her own experience of color.
“(2) But there is some information about human color vision that she does not have before her release.” …the actual personal physical experience of it.
“(3) Not all information is physical information.” This type of thinking creates worm holes in clouds.
Your poem and illustration say it better…but that was (absurdly) fun Geo
mindfully
~
stretching
~
synapses
Emoticon Quilt, keeps us warm as we meet in the outer space of the net, unable to hug for heat. Emotions out with the power…
warm blooded
with
cold feet